Thursday, August 20, 2009

Grinding To The Point of Extinction

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Verse 1:
Grinding a pen on a page so i can witness existence
Broken words flyin through my mental, how can i fix this?
Repentance? naw, jus give me a death sentence
Don't wanna see tomorrow if the pain gon' be endless
Feel I'm grinding to the point of extinction, bleeding from my ink pen
And my brain has stopped doin the thinkin'
Leaving it to my eyes who deny wut i've seen
Tryna hide the obscene from a survival machine
Grippin concrete to add a couple minutes to my life span
For balance, grab a bottle and the word from my nite stand
Hand me anotha dollar, so I make it to anotha day
I'm trapped, surrounded by the world, so I can't even run away
That whole area's gray, I'm lost but barely astray
Fightin so hard for life it seems I'm gettin carried away
Survival Tactics aint lastin a minute
Or infinite. Read my biography, I aint even in it.

Verse 2:
Call me the neighbor of the absence of life
But i aint ridin in a casket tonite, i'm just askin for lite
No, my pain aint like the passion of Christ
But since I crashed in the night, I aint been actin right
Asked for sight, I became blind, at the same time
Lost my mind, so i'm tryin redesign what I find
Turn my pleasure to peace, so i aint dead in the streets
I thought i was most respected, but they said I was least
Tryna rise like yeast, but I tumble like the wall of Berlin
Barely make it to the surface before falling again
Crawlin in sin as I strike it with the mic
Something's not right, these dogs bite harder than i thought they might
I'm thinkin I'm sinkin in quick sand
My extinction is quick and I'm blinkin, seeing its getting thick man
The lies been penetrating, so I'm disintegrating
Probably the idol u don't wanna be imitating

Verse 3:
Losing my mind, think i'm 10% what i used to be
I'm not used to me, becoming somethin i refuse to be
Said I was blind, no i refused to see
In a heavy storm, always getting struck by the loose debris
Look in the mirror, I'm like who is he, as if there's really 2 of me
Each night I gotta face a scene where sin and evil shoot at me
I'm loosening composure when boulders droppin
Looking over shoulders often as my soul is caught in
A spiral of bolder talkin. I told my coffin
That he will never see the day that this soldier stoppin
Now hold ya heart, because i know it skipped a beat
If i don't grip the heat, I may be fit to sleep
Eternally, turning me to an endangered species
Could make it without the money, but I aim to see cheese
Its just the same old see breeze, grinding for existence
Cuz when I cease to grind the that means I'm dying in an instance

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

CD complete

The CD, "A Touch of Black" is complete. hard copies are now available. Email jhdemo@gmail.com for information on purchasing a CD.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Mastering

The mastering process has begun.

Real Release Set For:
Early June!!!

Mastering will be complete within the next 2-3 weeks.
Exact release date to be revealed within a week.

CD will be available on Itunes, Amazon, Rhapsody, Napster, and Emusic


Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Tracklist

Haven't updated in a while, but heres the tracklist

1. Intro
2. Da Devil's Door
3. Nitemares
4. Do U Like It
5. A Beautiful Enemy
6. Immobilized Soul
7. Too Rough To Gain
8. Dangerous Mind
9. Gimme Liberty
10. Anotha Day In The Life (Ft. BledJon & Imani)
11. Makin Noise
12. Brain In Tha Gutta (Ft. Nina)
13. Can't Be Killed
14. Outro

Runtime 58:56

Monday, February 9, 2009

Production Nearing Completion

I've been hard at work pushing to finish the production of the debut "A Touch of Black"
I plan to have all recording finished by Sunday, and the mixing will go through next week. u will be able to hear snippets of each track shortly after the mixing is done.
Fliers will soon be printed, so expect them.
The release date is still not set, simply due to financial complications of mastering. However, you can expect the release in mid to late March.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Somethin To Think About

I can communicate wit beings that aint real in this place
Not psychopathic, schizophrenic, poppin ritalin laced.
u could catch me maybe wit an evil grin on my face
u think u sufferin wen really its the middle of grace
I'm lookin out the window seein evry single fiber
of survivors bout to expire, surrounded by fire
and high water, ya chance is to hop in and suffocate,
drink til u explode, burn to death, or suffer anotha fate
the brimstone bends bones, melts skin
first u only felt the pleasure, now you've finely felt sin
and u cant pretend that u not drownin in the deep end
no lifeguard, fite hard, but you've weakened
speakin to the demons who be grabbin ya spirit
u thought u were far from hell but now u travellin near it
u see my lyric is a figment of a revelation
an apology's required for an elevation